Hilda Conkling

Sun-flowers, stop growing!
If you touch the sky where those clouds are passing
Like tufts of dandelion gone to seed,
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Little soldier with the golden helmet,
What are you guarding on my lawn?
You with your green gun
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The Rolling in of the Wave

It was night when the sky was dark blue
And the water came in with a wavy look
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I made a ring of leaves
on the autumn grass:
I was a fairy queen all day.
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The old bridge has a wrinkled face.
He bends his back
For us to go over.
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THE birds came to tell Siegfried a story,
A story of the woods out of a tree:
How the ring was fairy
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The hills are going somewhere;
They have been on the way a long time.
They are like camels in a line
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Now the flowers are all folded
and the dark is going by.
The evening is arising . . .
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Why do you stand on the air
And no sun shining?
How can you hold yourself so still
On raindrops sliding?
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On Easter morn
Up the faint cloudy sky
I hear the Easter bell,
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As I walked through my garden
I saw a butterfly light on a flower.
His wings were pink and purple:
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There are many clouds
But not like the one I see,
For mine floats like a swan in featheriness
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I

ROSY plum-tree, think of me
When Spring comes down the world!
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THERE is a star that runs very fast,
That goes pulling the moon
Through the tops of the poplars.
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I found the gold on the hill;
I found the hid gold!
The wicked queen
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The chickadee in the appletree
talks all the time very gently.
He makes me sleepy.
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The world turns softly
not to spill its lakes and rivers.
The water is held in its arms
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Little mouse in gray velvet,
Have you had a cheese-breakfast?
There are no crumbs on your coat,
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When I slept, I thought I was upon the mountain-tops,
and this is my dream.
I saw the little people come out into the night,
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ONCE upon a time at evening-light
A little girl was sad.
There was a color in the sky,
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